Leaving the road, Jack galloped toward the hill.

Presently several balls came singing round them.
"They think we are French, sir," one of the troopers said.

"I guess they don't know much about uniforms." Jack drew out a white handkerchief and waved it as he rode forward, shouting as he did, "English, English." The fire ceased, and the little party soon reached the spot where the peasants were lying thickly in their ambushes.
"I am an English officer," Jack said as he leaped from his horse.

"Where is your leader ?" "There is one of them," a peasant said, pointing to a priest, who, with a long musket in his hand, rose from behind a log.
"Reverend father," Jack said, "I have come from the Earl of Peterborough with a mission to understand how matters go in Arragon, and to ascertain what force would be likely to join him in this province against the invader." "You see for yourself how things go," the priest said.

"I am glad to see an officer of the great Earl of Peterborough, whose exploits have excited the admiration of all Spain.